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Okay, getting shot in the shoulder with an arrow is not my idea of fun. The arrow being laced with fucking fae kryptonite is even less fun. Especially when said fae kryptonite not only stops me from healing but also serves as a tracking device. Compared to what my previous dreams have been like, that was fairly low key. I'll definitely take that dream over the others.

[Filtered to Science-oriented people]

The fae kryptonite I mentioned above, I have it if anyone wants to research it. It's technically a mineral that's alive, if that peaks anyone's interest. It was dug out of my shoulder this morning, so that part is at least taken care of.

[Filtered to Kenzi]

Uh. Dyson has a son. And I...uh...may have slept with him. Before realizing who he was. That was...kind of way awkward. He has a lot of the same mannerisms that Dyson has. It's fucking freaky.

So, my agent has me auditioning for other films. My agent. Auditioning. Other films. I had no idea I was going to be here--I mean, if you'd told me a year ago that this is what I'd be doing with my life? I would have laughed. But I'm so thrilled! I'm so happy with my life right now! It's unbelievable.